‘Heading East,’ a Story

The doors slid open with a hum as a young man stepped into the store. He was gripping a pad of paper with chicken scratchings marked on it, which he had to squint to read. First, WD-40. He took a second, long glance at the next few items in the list. A blanket. Some dried figs, grapes, an apple. And a flashlight ...

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